You'll Never Forget

I got some inspiration from an instance that had happened in the past, but this poem doesn't completely relate to it.

When I look at something, Like a long, hardy branch of an oak, Extending it's arms toward heaven, It will remind me of the arms that Once extended for my loving embrace. But fire burns the wood...isn't that right? It turns it into ash, a powdery form Like dust on a bookshelf. One day it, too, blows away, Revealing what's underneath it. It was once you.

The sky, that had never seemed To reach the pallor of an ebony night, Seems to resemble you. The stars that are stamped onto it Seem to be your eyes. The brilliant twinkle, the shining smile That brought my soul to life. I know it's still in you, somewhere.

Well, if you forget me, I may decide to forget you. But would you want that? Let's go back in time.

When I would climb up The bars on a play fort, Feeling the paint chipped wood And rusted chains, You would climb higher than everyone Else, and gloat. Rub it into my face, My heart, making it yearn for your Approval. So I would, too, climb higher And seek out the clouds. The very top of the fort, glimmering In the sun. I had to excel higher than you, But I rarely ever would succeed.

Never ending. The wind blows and makes The autumn leaves dance, forever, In a celestial waltz that goes to the Tune of wind chimes. The cold nips your nose, your hands, And chaps your lips. I would shiver, and you would Wrap your jacket around my shoulders, Keeping me safe and warm. I would inhale your scent. Cologne, dirt, sand, grass. I sometimes smile, remembering. But your smell has reached to the scent Of loneliness and regret. But I'm not entangled in it.

You used to care about little things, Each digit of a sum or The brightness to the day. But you've gone away, leaving Your footprints behind.

But every morning, Every second, every minute That I think of you, Your face and voice lingers In the back of my consciousness, Sometimes making me shiver. Your heart is barely warm, An ember in a pile of ashes, Left behind in the fireplace. But a little warmth is still enough To bring you back to me. And we will be friends again.

I shut my eyes, and see your face. One day it will be warm. Like rays of sunshine, the spectrum Jumping off of your smile. No longer cold. Entwined hands, Lingering soul.

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